6. Queen
Chapter Six
QUEEN
“Tell that Peacock-looking bitch to never announce my presence again.” I seethed tight lipped to Bundy.
That stupid Dj just put a red dot on my forehead, and I was now ready to leave.
I planned on making an exit soon as I finished my drink.
I watched Bundy stand and pull his jeans up onto his waist as he made his way towards the Dj booth.
I was only here to support my sister, show face and leave.
Sure, people knew who I was thanks to Empress big mouth boasting ass.
Niggas also had F.Y.F tatted on their bodies and made it known what they represented hard which was cool with me.
I scanned the club and my eyes got fixated on the strange nigga that had a dark aura about him.
I couldn’t see his eyes behind the glasses but sensed that he was definitely watching me.
I wondered why. I heard commotion and that’s when my eyes landed on my sister Empress arguing with a bitch, what made me angry was it looked like she was arguing about a nigga.
“You know she fucking that nigga Killa.” I eyed Murk’um and shook my fucking head.
That was the reason she claimed in the meeting that the nigga was a big deal.
She was laying with this nigga and didn’t even know what he had up his sleeves.
I said nothing as I stared hard at Empress.
Dragging my eyes back to Murk’um I didn’t feel sorry for him at all.
In fact, I wanted to slap the shit out of him for not telling me the night of the meeting that Empress was entertaining this Killa nigga.
“Hoes ain’t loyal, I warned you. Never mix business with pleasure. It’s bad for business, it’s still your duty to protect her with your life. Now you in your feelings, get out of them and bring that bitch to me now.”
He simply nodded and stood to his feet, when I looked back at the section that occupied Mr. Strange, he was gone.
It was something very familiar about him, but I couldn’t place it.
My intuition was even telling me that it was more to him that would soon reveal itself.
I found myself sitting still with thoughts of my parents.
Grief always hit me at the wrong times. I could never adjust, I learned to live with it the best way I knew how.
I was forced at a young age to survive the best way I could.
Some would call it a chip on my shoulder, but it was me realizing that I was left no choice at a young age to survive.
I needed my mother and fathers love and guidance.
That was ripped away from me too soon. Their voices still danced in my head along with their scents and smiles.
Snapping out of my thoughts, my eyes landed on Empress.
She was drunk and beautiful, her angelic face and chinky eyes locked in with mine.
Soon as she took the first step, she stumbled and landed right in my lap.
“I love you so much, Queen.” She sniffled and backhanded her tears. This was the norm for Empress, especially when she was drunk.
“I love you too, Clapback.” I put my arms around her and cradled her in my arms like a baby. There was no point in me getting on her case tonight about who she had been opening her legs to. Right now, she wanted to be babied.
“You don’t act like it.” She simpered and I nodded my head in agreement.
“I know.” I fixed her hair and eyed Bundy. My eyes went to the exit, and I mouthed to him to get my car. I was taking her ass home. To my house to keep an eye on her. The hard part would be getting her ass out of this club.
“Clapback we about to leave.” My thigh started to go numb from her weight. She sat up and then stood on wobbly legs.
“I’m not leaving Queen, the party just getting started.” She slurred and hiccupped at the same time, giving me that defiant look that I knew all too well.
“Either you leave with me willingly, or I will have you carried out of here.” I never blinked while looking directly at her.
“Fine, one day though Queen you will be forced to change your evil ways. You can’t control my life forever.
” She walked off with Murk’um following close behind.
That’s what it was like having a little sister.
They were spoiled and entitled as hell. Empress was twenty-six years old still throwing tantrums and using certain words to get under my skin.
It stopped working a very long time ago.
There was a time that I allowed myself to feel things.
I would let emotions control who I was until I buried all of that.
Living life the way I lived it now helped me to cope and bury my heart into the pits of hell.
I handed that broken heart to the devil a long time ago.
When he gave it back, it stopped working properly.
The only bit of feeling I had left in it was when my mind went back to my parents and the big responsibility I had when it came to raising Empress.
Standing up and allowing my men to walk in front of me, I left out the club through the back where my car was awaiting me.
The only thing that seemed to stay on my mind was new ways to make money.
I wanted my savings as heavy as I was, sure, I was set but could’ve had way more.
So being at a club partying just didn’t do it for me at all.
“Queen! Queen!” I looked to my left and became stuck in place.
The night that I turned my first trick came rushing back to me hard.
I damn near stumbled on my Red Bottoms and my mouth went dry.
Anger flared inside of me and before I could control my anger my gun was out pointing right in the direction of Salem.
He was still very handsome and alluring, the corners of his full pink lips turned up as he stared at me with heavy lust. Throwing his hands up mocking surrender, infuriated me more.
My mind went back to the thirteen-year-old desperate me.
The night my virginity was snatched away by Salem.
At the time he was twenty-three years old.
I promised myself when I got older that I would end every trick that fucked me off the worse.
Salem was one of them. I used to be best friends with his little sister Saleema.
She knew my situation and would try to help me and Empress the best she could.
She thought she was helping me and Empress by telling her older brother that she had lived with at the time about our homeless situation.
He offered for us to live there with them and me being desperate and getting tired of finding weird places to sleep at, I jumped at the offer.
Empress was eight years of age and always complained about not being comfortable and she seemed to be always hungry.
The first week everything was perfect, Salem took us shopping had us feeling like we were being cared for properly. By the time we got around to week three things took a major turn.
Empress and I finished our dinner with Saleema and took our baths for the night.
Saleema had her own room while me and Empress shared a room.
Salem and Saleema mom was a crack head so she was never home.
I thought it was pretty dope of Salem to always look and dress fly.
He stayed with a lot of money and had nice cars.
Model like females always came around and some fought over him right in front of the house that we stayed in.
Once Empress was sleep, I did my nightly routine and that was pray to God hard and ask for guidance.
My young mind couldn’t process what was happening to me and Empress.
My heart would ache every single day trying to figure out how I needed to be in order to protect me and my sister.
I didn’t want to live because I yearned to see my ma and pa faces and feel their embraces.
It was on constant repeat in my head rent free that they were never coming back.
Blinking back my tears and wiping my face, I stood on weak legs and got into my small ass twin bed.
I couldn’t complain because at least we had a bed to lay in.
It was hard for me to sleep at night because I kept thinking of ways to make money.
I knew by me being thirteen that a job wouldn’t hire me and if I returned back to school, I would be turned over to children services.
A million what ifs and bizarre thoughts would cross my mind, so sleep became a distant thing.
“What you in here doing?” Salem stood at the entrance to me and Empress small room with only boxers on.
I saw a huge bulge that scared me to death in his tight ass briefs.
I was already mature and started masturbating at the age of twelve but stopped when my mom caught me and told me that masturbating was like having sex with demons.
That scared my young fast ass and I stopped.
Every time I laid eyes on Salem yellow ass, I felt attracted to him.
He was a pretty boy and fine as hell. What I didn’t know was his intentions to turn my young ass out that night.
He had sick plans of pimping me and my sister out to his boss and other high paid drug dealers.
This particular night he made me come to his room and bag up his drugs.
He taught me how to weigh and how to eyeball how much the product cost. He paid me five hundred dollars; I knew all about money and what it could get me thanks to my ma and pa.
When we were done, he offered me his blunt and his whole dialect changed.
His eyes were low and had the same look that other grown men around the way would give me.
I was thirteen but could easily pass for sixteen.
My boobs were already defined and so was my curves.